[Nothing moves in the darkness. There's only the two of them, bound by blood and common purpose. Heartbeats pass.
Then comes the echoes of skittering - an unnatural, heinous scratching announcing the coming of a monster. She tenses, something her kin may be able to feel despite the distance between them. Even after years of hunting in the darkness, driders send a shiver
(of anticipation, of delight)
of fear down her spine.
From behind the rocks, she notches her bow and holds her breath.]
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Then comes the echoes of skittering - an unnatural, heinous scratching announcing the coming of a monster. She tenses, something her kin may be able to feel despite the distance between them. Even after years of hunting in the darkness, driders send a shiver
(of anticipation, of delight)
of fear down her spine.
From behind the rocks, she notches her bow and holds her breath.]